The Field of Antietam |
late 1862
On the field of Antietam The battle was fought; By the blood of the valiant The victory was bought. The heart of the nation In rapture and wo, O'er the field of Antietam Bends prayerful and low. | 2. On the field of Antietam Our bravest went down; Death's chaplet of cypress The laurel did crown. But, oh, as eternal As memory, shall be The red field of Antietam In the hearts of the free. | 3. On the field of Antietam Lie buried the dead. With the great hills around them, The stars overhead. Like those stars in the heavens Eternal shall shine O'er the field of Antietam Their glory divinee. |